Walking Inside Walls This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I’m so transparent that I’ve disappeared
It’s a sad thing to have become a shadow overnight
It’s difficult to walk alone through crowded halls
It’s even worse when you have been walking inside walls for years
I am so deep in thought that I have completely sunk into scraps of paper
I am afraid I will suddenly drown in my own black ink
Only my words will attend the funeral
I am so high in emotion that I have conversed with the clouds
Yet I am so low in spirit I have
Exchanged words with the waves of the bluest sea,
The shallowest sidewalk puddle
I remember when I was green
I smashed the flowers in their windows
And bashed the windows in their walls
It’s an odd thing to show little compassion
Yet know you possess it beneath cold skin
It begs to be free yet hate is addicting
At least now I can say I have a darker hue;
I can safely announce I have passed green and moved onto blue
With blue comes striking sorrow and autumn, sky-filled eyes
The transition was not much
For this heart still cracks
This mind still wonders
And these eyes still cry
In a way, one might conclude that I am a sad thing -
Merely a shallow sidewalk puddle

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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calephchad said...
Feb. 26, 2010 at 5:33 pm
This is very creative. I love unique poetry like this. This is definitely a 5 out of 5. Great work! If you would like, stop by and check out my work and give me some feedback. I would highly appreciate it. Thanks and thanks again for this poem! I love it!
 
blingblang4eva said...
Apr. 11, 2009 at 11:41 pm
love it :)
 
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